Poet Introduction I write what comes to mind and try to show how I feel or depict what happened. Some moments can't be put into words, but I attempt to write it so I can allow myself to look back and remember it.
camp (From "Dreamt Town. City, Country" competition)
the wooden tree behind cabin 9 we called it "the holy tree" sliced wood and "natural ant farms" surrounded us
damp towels hung on white rope lines the swimming pools we spent every day in the sky we subdued ourself under at night near campfire we were wrapped up under clouds of golden and gleaming rays the purity of a youthful happiness
then his palm met the folds of flesh beneath the tie dye of my white tank top soon between underwear and in between my hipbones on the bus i road just a year before
I'll be home at 9:30. (Written for "death" competition)
Red light. It was a night of Blood, booze, and bruises like galaxies containing my sorrow Left on thighs for everyone to see
My hands still met the wheel And my foot barely hit the brakes My eyes of teal Barely focus as my stomach aches
Green light. Plastic bags of late night groceries A daughter in front of television, I can see the glow of cartoons on her cheek The girl most close to me My eyes focus on that thought alike night vision All I have to do is walk across the street.